Kurt laid on his bed and grasped his stomach as he felt it grumble. He moaned as he turned his head into his pillow, "Im so hungry!" He mumbled as Burt walked into his room.

He stopped and looked quizzically at his son, "I thought you said you werent at dinner before storming upstairs to your room?" He asked.

Kurt sat up and looked at his dad as he shook his head, "I never said I was hungry."

"I just heard you, boy."

Kurt shook his head again, "I said I was so happy." Happy sounds like hungry, right?

Burt was still skeptical, "Why are you happy?"

"I wont have to teach Blaine anymore..." That was kind of true. Blaine was a bad dancer, but he enjoyed his time spent with the boy. He really liked Blaine.

Burt skeptically squinted his eyes at his son, "I just came in to see if you still didnt want to eat." Kurt shook his head. Burt furrowed his eyebrows then walked out.

Kurt fell back and moaned again.

Day 5:

First day without private lessons with Kurt and it seemed like Kurt had been avoiding him all during Madame Arthurs practice. Blaine tried to approach him a couple times but he would simply turn away or act like he hadnt noticed him. He tried to shrug it off, he had been avoiding everyone Blaine noticed. Even Madame Arthur got nothing but a mute Kurt. It still bothered him. Why was he doing this?

"Blaine, could I speak to you?" Madame Arthur asked after she dismissed her class. Blaine picked up his bag and walked up to her.

"Yes, Madame Arthur?" Blaine asked her.

"I think I already know the answer to this question but do you happen to know why Kurt was- off?" She asked her student.

Blaine blinked twice to look like he was in thought before answering his teacher, "No, I have no idea. Im just as lost as the rest of you." Blaine replied.

"Its just so unusual... He was always my most exuberant student. I cant imagine what had gotten into him." Madame Arthur wondered out loud, "Well, Im sorry I held you over, au revoir Monsieur Anderson."

"Au revoir." Blaine whispered back before turning and leaving the dance studio.

When he got outside he saw Kurt laying on the grass and up against the studios wall. His head was in his hands and his body moved up and down as he cried in them. Blaine stopped and sat down next to him. He laid a comforting hand on Kurts knee. Kurt looked up at him and wiped his tears away, "What are you doing?" He asked with a sniff.

"Is everything okay?" Blaine asked Kurt as he stroked his knee. He has never seen this boy so disheveled before. Kurt always put on a determined attitude and never broke down over anything. It was clear to Blaine that it was all an act and he was hiding something deeper.

Kurt stood up and brushed himself off, "Its nothing." He said coldly before walking off. Blaine could have stopped him, he wished he did too, but instead he let Kurt walk away without another word.

Kurt stepped into his car and sighed as he dried his eyes one more time. He watched Blaine get up off the ground and walk back to his car. Kurt wanted to tell Blaine but at the same time he was scared to admit anything to him. He continued to watch as Blaine pulled his car out of the parking lot and drive down the road before starting his own vehicle and pulling out.